For the Sub (15 page)

Reyes had laughed off Brandy’s indignity and excused his mother’s attitude. That had been much better than answering questions about his BDSM proclivities.

Unlike Master Niles, Reyes had expected her to fit into his life, but he’d never returned the favour. He hadn’t wanted to go fishing with her dad or hang out with her friends. When they’d been invited to parties, she’d had to go alone.

Master Niles, though he lived in those same social circles, couldn’t be more different.

Inviting him to her gathering had been an impulse. She’d hoped that they would have wild, kinky sex afterwards, but she’d never expected he’d spend the night or that he’d want to continue to hang out.

Earlier, while she’d done her hair and dressed, he’d fed the dogs then gone back outside to collect their forgotten cups and her discarded clothing.

When she’d exited the bedroom, she’d found that he’d already started the car and turned on the heater so she didn’t get cold.

If she wasn’t careful, she might start to fall for this man. He satisfied her sexually and she loved his relentless dominance, along with his old-world manners.

As of this morning, she’d yet to see the ghosts of his past in his eyes. Dare she hope that she was as good for him as he was for her?

“Hey,” Margot said, joining them with a cup of coffee in hand.

Master Niles stood until after she’d taken her seat.

“Hope you’re not trying to impress me,” Margot said. “I know who you really are.”

“A world-class asshole?” he guessed, resuming his seat.

“Jesus, Margot. Don’t make me sorry we came here.”

“No,” Margot said, ignoring Brandy. “That was Reyes. Since you stepped foot through our door, you’re a second-string asshole at best.”

Brandy blushed furiously. “We can leave, Sir,” she told him.

“You’re seriously calling him Sir?”

“Enough,” Brandy said.

“Relax, sub. Margot can bare her teeth all she wants. She doesn’t scare me.”

“I should. I can be the biggest bitch on the planet.”

Brandy collapsed against the seatback. Coming here with Niles might count as one of the biggest mistakes she’d ever made.

“I like how protective you are,” he said.

Margot grinned. “Yeah. But this doesn’t mean I like you,” she added.

“Never assumed it did.”

“Or what you do.”

“So you’ve watched some of my videos with your husband?” he replied.

Brandy grabbed her porcelain mug as if it were a lifeline.

“I’d be happy to provide you both with some instruction. Or maybe Brandy could.”

“Dying here,” Brandy said with a laugh. Master Niles could hold his own.

“I don’t trust you,” Margot continued.

“You don’t have to,” Master Niles said easily. “The only opinion that counts is Brandy’s.”

“Well said,” Brandy agreed. She looked at her friend and jerked her head towards the cash register. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“And why don’t you make yourself useful and take our order?”

Before Margot could respond, Niles said, “I’ll try your award-winning pecan waffles. With bacon and two eggs, poached.”

Margot nodded.

“Eggs Benedict,” Brandy said. After Margot left the table, Brandy continued, “You had to know you were in for this.”

“Yes, I did.”

“So why did you insist we come?”

“For you.”

“For me?”

“John and Margot matter to you. It doesn’t matter what John told her last night, she had to challenge me and let me know that you’re loved and cared for. I respect that.”

He’d done it for her?

Their waitress splashed fresh coffee into their cups and moved on to the next table without pausing.

“Is this part of your bribe?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Is it working?”

“You’re impossible, Sir.”

He took a drink of his coffee.

The diner grew noisier as more people showed up. After a while, there was a wait for a table, which was good because Margot was occupied at the cash register. Even John was too busy to leave the kitchen and say hello.

A moose wandered by in the distance, and patrons crowded against the windows to watch it. Dozens of cell phones were whipped out for pictures. Since one young couple was nearby, Master Niles asked them to take a photo of them.

They leaned close, touching their heads together. The woman said, “Smile!” before snapping the picture and returning his phone.

He looked at the snapshot then showed it to her. She’d seen worse. At least her eyes were open.

“Using it as my background,” he said, swiping his finger across the glass surface.

The man surprised her all the time.

Even though the place was hopping, breakfast was hot and perfectly prepared.

“John was right to brag about the waffles,” Master Niles said, pouring on more maple syrup and slathering the surface with butter. “Bite?”

“There’s already plenty of calories in this meal,” she protested. “I’ll need a ton of exercise if I eat anything more,” she said.

“That can be arranged.”

He stabbed a piece with his fork and offered it across the table to her. She closed her mouth around the sweetness.

“I love to watch you enjoy yourself.”

She couldn’t imagine Reyes ever having behaved this way.

“Let’s go work off breakfast.” He picked up the bill the waitress had dropped off.

At the cash register, Margot said, “You might not be all bad. But I’m not ready to give you my stamp of approval.”

He handed over his credit card. “Fair enough.”

* * * *

At home, he took her to the bedroom.

“I like the stockings. I was looking at your legs every chance I got. Thank you for wearing them.”

“I would do anything you said, Sir.”

“Then leave them on while we have sex.”

“Of course.” She undressed, aware of his approving gaze. Then she stood in front of him, in only the stockings and a garter belt.

“I’ve never needed a woman this bad,” he said.

“May I help you undress?”

After a moment, in which she wondered if he’d refuse, he nodded.

She tugged his shirt over his head and hung it from a bedpost. Then she unbuckled his belt, remembering the feel of that worn leather on her bare skin. She’d happily submit to that any day.

He toed off shoes then removed his socks before she released the button at his waistband. His dick was already getting harder and she wanted to reach inside his jeans and touch him. “So, so tempting…”

“No,” he said.

Which only made her want him more, and he had to know it. Within seconds, she had him nude.

“How sore are you?” he asked when he’d donned a condom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, waiting, willing.

“Tell the truth. I’ll know otherwise.”

“Don’t you miss anything?”

“Not when it comes to you.”

He was so delicious, she wanted him everywhere. She didn’t know when or if she’d see him again and she wanted to enjoy each moment. Still, he folded his arms across his chest, and she knew better than to lie to him. “My ass is tender.”

“And your cunt?”

“Fine, Sir. Honest.”

“On all fours. I want to play with your tits while I fuck you.”

Her insides liquefied. The way he looked at her and the authority in his tone were a lethal combination.

The bedsprings groaned as he climbed on the bed behind her. She turned her head to look at him, even though she knew she shouldn’t. “You look hot, Sir,” she said. He held his thick cock in one hand. The sight of his powerful thighs and broad chest made her hungry. “Please, Sir,” she said.

Then his cockhead was against her opening.

He placed a hand on her hip to hold her steady. As he eased into her he grabbed a handful of her hair, his fingers on her scalp.

This position felt primitive. It had never been her favourite before, but it was now.

“Keep still.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She hadn’t realised she’d arched her back, begging for his penetration.

He began to rock them, and he went in deeper and deeper each second.

The fact he’d imprisoned her made the sensations all the more overwhelming.

Finally he was all the way in. He kept her in place for a full thirty seconds. A gamut of emotions tumbled through her—impatience, desire, confusion. Finally she transcended the turmoil and submitted, body and soul. If he wanted to keep her here forever, she’d do it without question.

She became aware of the width of his cock pulsing inside her, the strength of his grip and the rhythm of his breath.

By the time he began to move, her whole body was aware of him.

He started with short strokes, and by the time he lengthened them enough to pull out and thrust all the way back in, her pussy was drenched. “Oh, Sir.”

“You’re a gorgeous sub.” He released his grip on her hip. “Remain as you are.”

She liked it better when he held her. It made it easier for her to let go mentally and physically. This required her active participation.

He plumped her left breast then squeezed her nipple. She wanted to shove her hips backwards.

“Don’t move,” he reminded her.

Brandy wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing to her…besides driving her mad. “I’m not sure how much longer I can last, Sir.”

He reacted with lightning speed. Within moments, he was on his back, and she was straddling him with his penis inside her. She felt disoriented.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Once she had, he pinched her nipples and rotated them. She hissed a breath between her clenched teeth.

“Come all you want. Fuck me.”

Most Doms didn’t allow her to do this. She savoured the headiness, using her toes and knees for balance as she rose and descended in a way that put pressure on her G-spot.

“Fuck me,” he encouraged.

She watched his face, and when he closed his eyes, she rode him hard. “You fill me up. So, so deep, Sir.” At some point, she thought he might take over, hold her waist or at least tell her what to do, but he didn’t. He let her have control.

With great gusto, she did as he’d said, rising, slamming herself down.

“You don’t need permission.”

She leant forward, and he moved to grip her shoulders, supporting her. She came with a shattered scream.

“That’s it, my gorgeous sub.”

He let her stay where she was and she gulped for air. She had no idea how long she stayed like that, but his eyebrows were drawn together and her weight was braced on her elbows. “What day is it?” she asked.

Master Niles chuckled. “Guess it was good for you.”

“Now I want it to be good for you.” She dug her knees in next to his hips and used that for leverage to straighten up.

He needed no further encouragement to take over. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her up then pulled her down on his throbbing cock.

They rocked the bed and each other.

She was panting.

He tightened his jaw. “Love your cunt,” he said, words nearly indistinguishable from each other.

The momentum made another orgasm build inside her.

“Yeah. Squeeze my dick with your hot pussy.”

Her hair fell everywhere in a tangled mess. He surged a final time, forcing her down and keeping her there.

With a guttural moan, he spurted.

“Fuck,” he said later, after he’d relaxed his muscles. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on his sweat-slickened body.

Then he cradled her head between his hands and kissed her, gently teasing her tongue.

“That was like a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae. That kiss,” she explained when he rose one eyebrow. “You know, when you think it can’t get any better, it becomes even more incredible.”

She pushed her hair behind her ears and slowly climbed off him then left the bed with great reluctance.

As she shrugged into a robe, he said, “Count your blessings any time I let you wear any clothes. Wait. Don’t fasten the belt.”

She dropped her hands to her sides.

He stood and discarded the condom then traced a finger across the top of one of her stockings. “This is the view I’ll carry with me until I see you again.”

Her heart shoved six beats into the space of a second. All day she’d pretended they wouldn’t say goodbye, and the truth was, she didn’t know if she’d see him again. She wanted to, hoped to, but wasn’t sure it was possible outside of the Den.

Since he lived in Denver, running into each other at the grocery store had been a one-off chance. She wasn’t inclined to give up her pets or home, and his business interests kept him in Denver. Even without that, she had no intention of fitting into his life with its social demands.

“I will see you again,” he assured her, as if he’d read her mind.

“Yes, Sir.” She blinked, severing the connection. Her motions mechanical, she dressed and walked him to the door. The dogs followed, and Master Niles took the time to pet both of them before climbing into his SUV.

She waved from the carport. He crooked his finger, and she hurried over to him.

“I mean it,” he said.

He held her jaw in one hand and brought her in for a kiss.

As he drove away, Dana lay down and put her big head on her outstretched paws. MW bit Brandy’s bare toes.

She found a couple of toys and threw them as far as she could. Neither dog chased them. “Fine lot we are,” she told the animals.

* * * *

Night didn’t come soon enough, and she took a long bubble bath to pass the time. Not that it helped. She’d drained the water heater, and the book she’d carried in there couldn’t keep her attention.

In a ridiculously short amount of time, he’d insinuated himself into her life, a fact even more apparent the next morning when she had to brew the coffee. She’d liked having a pot sitting on the burner waiting for her.

She took her cup outside to watch the sunrise and tried to put the weekend behind her. That wasn’t as easy as she’d hoped when Margot telephoned.

“So, has that guy called you yet?” Margot demanded.

“You mean Master Niles?”

“Yeah, yeah. Niles.”

“Don’t you have a restaurant to open?”

“It’s Monday. We’re closed. So. I didn’t hate him as much as I thought I would.”